The stars know everything, So we try to read their minds. As distant as they are, We choose to whisper in their presence.
One writes because one has been touched by the yearning for and the despair of ever touching the Other.
Poetry: three mismatched shoes at the entrance of a dark alley.
When you play chess alone it's always your move.
The highest levels of consciousness are wordless.
If the sky falls they shall have clouds for supper.